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Just Visiting – 16
16 For a moment, neither spoke. Just the hush of the car and the invisible weight of things neither of them is saying, memories, missed timing, maybe some unspoken wondering of what it’d be like if they were the ones still trying. The rain, gentle and rhythmic, tapped against the car roof like a...
Just Visiting – 15
15 Sam dropped into the armchair beside Lucy, curling her legs beneath her and tugging the throw across her lap like armour. The sound of the TV murmured in the background, some glossy cooking show she wasn’t really absorbing. “I keep thinking,” she said after a pause, “what if Cameron’s excuse is just… him...
Just Visiting – 14
14 Nightfall. The bedroom was still, soft shadows folding across the walls. Sam lay tangled in her sheets, one leg out, one arm flung over her head, eyes wide open. She’d tried everything, tea, lavender oil, even that playlist Lucy swore by for calming a racing mind. But her mind wasn’t just racing. It...
Just Visiting – 13
13 Sam lay flat on the mattress, staring at the ceiling, arms stretched out like she could anchor herself to the bed before her thoughts swept her under. The room was still, but inside her head, everything stormed. Was she pushing away something real? Craig had borne himself to her, not just with words,...
Just Visiting – 12
12 Sam was halfway through folding laundry when her phone lit up. Cameron calling. She hesitated, then picked up. “Hey,” she said, a little breathless from the bend and stretch of socks and baby onesies. “You’re not going to believe this,” Cameron said. “I got us concert tickets. Two nights from now. Got lucky,...
Just Visiting – 11
11 By 2:00pm, she was with Cameron, listening to his sweat out an explanation. They sat across from each other in the café, late light filtering through wide windows, dappling the wood grain table between them. Cameron’s fingers traced the rim of his coffee cup, nerves just visible beneath the surface. “I married a...
Deadly Design – 15
15 Tobechi reached the abandoned government project site just before 10 p.m. He had run the last kilometer, lungs burning, shoes caked with mud, heart slamming so hard it felt like it would crack a rib. The rain had stopped completely, leaving the air heavy and cold. The half-built blocks loomed black against the...
Deadly Design – 14
14 Tobechi had not slept. He had left the unfinished Gwagwalada shell before dawn, moving on foot through back paths until he reached a small motor park. A shared taxi took him as far as Kubwa, then another keke brought him closer to Wuse. By 8:47 p.m. he was walking the last two kilometers,...
Deadly Design – 13
13 Inspector Sanusi sat in his small office at the FCT Police Command headquarters, the ceiling fan creaking above him like an old joint protesting the weight of time. It was late Saturday afternoon, and the rain had started again, a soft, persistent patter against the window that blurred the view of the parking...